He was young and I shape with an athletic build and a pleasant face. His talented hands dug into my sore muscles and I moaned softly. I was not physically attracted to men in the least but I'd recently accepted that I was more than a little curious about sucking cock and I was open to the idea of doing other things. I was recently divorced but I'd lived a decidedly straight life until that moment. I'd answered his ad for an in home massage on a whim. His strong hands touched me and he kneaded my back, eliciting a soft moan from my almost trembling lips. I couldn't believe was I was doing and the wheels in my head began to turn. Warm oil drizzled onto the exposed flesh of my back and my breath caught in my chest. I closed my eyes and breathed deep, drawing the scent of candles into my lungs as I tried to relax.
My heart was racing and I had a flutter of butterflies in my stomach.
I laid face down and naked under a towel on the sturdy but narrow massage table.
